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John Aikin

 
 
 
 
 
 
Con el atardecer,
me ire de ti,
me ire sin ti,
me alejare de ti con un dolor dentro de mi.
I got lost on the road somewhere was it texas or was it Canda Dinking whiskey in the morning light I work the stage all night long at first we laughed about it my long haired drunken friends
Proposed a toast to Jimmy's ghost
I never Dreamed that I would wind up on the losing end I'm stuck here on the inside looking out I'm just another case Where's my make up where's my face on the inside All got you kicks from what you saw up there Eight bucks even buys a folding chair I was downing seagrams on another flight and I worked that stage all night long You were screaming for the villain up there and i was much obliged the old road sure screwed me good this time It's hard to see where the vicious circle ends I'm stuck here on the inside looking out that's no big discrace where's my makeup where's' my face on the inside
It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you
 
It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation
Those who live good on earth
Become an angel after their death
A look at the sky and you ask
Why we can't see them
 
First when the clouds go to sleep
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
Newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled."
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
From the album TAKIN' IT EASY (1978).
 
Nobody gets over lovin' you. But if I do I'll never believe again, and
Nobody gets over lovin' you. But I'm going to and I'll never belong to anyone.
 
Ol' magic feelin' swept me off my feet.
(Tim Kelley/Bob Robinson)
©2003 TIME FOR FLYTES (BMI)/SONGS OF DREAMWORKS
 
 
I really love the little things
Little things you say to me
I know you don’t love me but you don’t have to be so mean
I know you don’t love me but you don’t have to be so mean
Treat me like the worst thing you ever seen
Treat me like the worst thing you ever seen
 
I know you don’t love me but you don’t have to be so cruel
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
 
Life was simple,
Roger was working round the clock to make a living,
No computers, none of that, he used his two hands,
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